Rinh’Kofi stretched her body to its full extension, yawning loudly as she rose to her paws and left the little makeshift den where she’d spent the night. The blue sky was perfectly clear without a hint of clouds – just the way she liked it. While it was considerably cold, Rinh shivered in delight as the sunlight warmed her head and back and she stood there for a few lazy moments before finally turning back to the den and dragging the remains of a kill from the previous day to light. It was only a small gazelle so there wasn’t much left and what was left wasn’t fresh or any of the tastier bits but Rinh knew that a lone rogue couldn’t afford to be picky.
It was a harsh life at times, Rinh pondered as she dug into the leftovers. Even a decent huntress could sometimes go hungry when prey was scarce or a twist of fate ended in a blotched hunt. But she wouldn’t give it up any time soon, of that much she was certain.
